Claude the little Blue Bear

Claude the Little Blue Bear

By Charlie Mitchell



I was a toy fire truck you pull around with a string,

with eyes where my headlights would be.



And he was the boy, who pulled all the toys,

Around the sand box and the tree house tree.



For my whole life, it had been just us two,

the little boy and the truck which was me.



Until the day that little blue bear came,

To live in the tree house tree.



Early one morning the boy came a running

We had new make believe worlds to discover.



just before noon right there in the little boys room,

that bear came out from under the covers.



“Oh, this is Claude” “said the boy to me;”

“He’s my little blue bear “



Claude leaned over and gave me a wave,

With a Paw full of soft blue hair



Claude is our friend and he likes to pretend,

So, He wants to spend time with me and you.



He can do anything that a boy and a fire truck

Believe, a little blue bear can do.



Then Claude took the hint and off he went,

Flying high around the house.



as we followed him outside he went down the slide,

And he hit the ground with a bounce.



He did a flip in the air and landed with care,

Like a big blue feather floating in the air.



I’d never dreamed we’d become such close friends,

As we did with that little blue bear.



So Claude started living in the tree house tree,

fun filled days seemed to be with out end.



For Claude, the boy, and a fire truck toy,

and some serious games of pretend.



like once we pretended Claude was stuck in the tree house,

And he didn’t know what to do.



So the boy and I came running with my sirens on,

Just in time for the rescue.



And the time we pretended we had a car wash,

And Claude was holding the garden hose.



When the boy turned the water on, Claude let go.

and soaked the little boy’s clothes.



Yeah there was always an adventure to share,

so many back yard monsters to face.



If it had not been for the three of us sticking together,

We might have lost the whole place.



We were bound by the code of the secret club,

So many good memories we’d share.



That little boy, a toy fire truck,

And Claude the little blue bear.



But as the summers passed the boy grew taller,

And his voice started to change.



His visits to the tree house grew fewer and shorter,

And he never went back to the swing.



Claude the little blue bear seemed sad,

as he climbed down from the Tree House Tree.



He shook his head “I’m afraid” he said,

” the boy has forgotten about you and me.”



It seems my fire truck friend,

We have outlasted his make believe years.



Then he sighed real hard & walked across the yard

leaving a trail of little blue tears.



So now I stay parked in the tree house,

But at times I can see from afar.



A familiar tall boy, in and out of the house,

Who sometimes works on an old car.



But just today, I saw a new little boy.

He was headed straight toward me.



In the tree house tree,

He was carrying Claude,



The Little Blue Bear.